As he said that, he turned around and walked out of the house. When he reached the door, he suddenly turned back and sighed, "If it is not cured, don't blame me."

He was sure that vowel could prevent smallpox, but he didn't know whether vowel could cure Wu Amiao, who had been infected with smallpox.

When he got downstairs, Dr. Cha and the shopkeeper quietly moved away from Zhao Dongting. He had just gone upstairs to contact the person who had been infected with smallpox, and they were also afraid of being infected.

Zhao Dongting ignored it and scraped some pus on the cow's body, cut his arm and applied it to his head.

Jun Tianfang said, "Young Master, what are you doing?"

“Prevent smallpox.”

Zhao Dongting said, "You all come here too."

He said it easily, but even Jun Tianfang couldn't believe it, "Can this prevent smallpox?"

Zhao Dongting focused on it: "Yes."

Jun Tianfang, Le Wuchen and Yunjin walked to the next side of the cow, and Zhao Dongting cut their arms one by one and applied pus.

If it weren't for the question of Dr. Cha and the shopkeeper, they shook their heads desperately. Zhao Dongting didn't force it.

Two days later, Zhao Dongting, Jun Tianfang, Le Wuquan, Yunjin and the other four had some discomfort symptoms. Wu Amiao, who suffered from smallpox, was as Zhao Dongting expected, with pustules all over his body, and his condition was so severe that he couldn't even get up from bed.

The shopkeeper and Dr. Cha didn't drive away a few people, but they didn't dare to go upstairs no matter what.

Zhao Dongting knew that Jun Tianfang and the others were afraid of smallpox, so he would go upstairs to deliver meals to Wu Amiao for every meal.

Wu Amiao didn't say anything, but she was so grateful to Zhao Dongting in her heart.

In his opinion, he was a pariah, but Zhao Dongting, the young master, was willing to take risks for him. Moreover, after all, the two of them had not known each other for long.
Chapter completed!